Freckled Like An Orchid

Winten

Compositor: Bridgette Winten

Freckled like an orchid
Two bowling ball cheeks
You said before I was born
That you were terrified of me
Played cowboys with your brother
Had a losing streak
I know you lost your mother
Don’t take it out on me

Met your sister in the blue ward
New mouth to feed
That baby grew up on a fruit farm
You moved from that city
Head halfway out the window at a frightening speed
And I remind you of her
That does not comfort me

Heaven is here in this body
I can love more in recovery
Heaven is here in this body
I can love more in recovery